He was somehow in the quarry again.
Clearly teleportation needed to be mastered.
Kaelen blinked. One moment he had been in the manor. The next, he stood on the cold stone floor of the excavation site. The air was different here. Heavy, Wet. It carried the smell of deep earth and stagnant water. Lysander was beside him, his hand still gripping Kaelen's arm. His face was tight with confusion.
Then the ground shook.
It was not the gentle tremor of the quarry collapse. This was deeper. More fundamental. A shudder that seemed to come from the bones of the earth itself. The quarry walls groaned. Dust rained from above. The mycelium map blazed with sudden, violent light. Kaelen felt the network convulse in agony.
"Hold tight!" Lysander Commanded. He grabbed Kaelen. Held him steady. "What did you do now?"
